2/15 It was almost with a thrill of delight that Hamlin realized this--that he was in truth utterly free of her influence. There had been times when he had anticipated such a possible meeting with dread; when he had doubted his own heart, the strength of his will to resist. But now he knew he stood absolutely independent and could laugh at her wiles. She who had once been all--trusted, loved, worshipped with all the mad fervor of youth--had become only a dead memory. Between them stretched a chasm never to be bridged. |